Another Wheelchair Post

Today The Boy and I went to a 4th Of July street fair. It was your standard booths-on-both-side-of-the-street, bbq in a barrel, 6,000 stands of jewelry fair. We're in the street, walking along, me shoving beer and oysters into my mouth, The Boy trying to pretend as if he doesn't know me, when all of a sudden he takes off running, comes up on a guy in a wheelchair, grabs the handles and starts running the guy down the street.

I was floored. I nearly dropped my drink, and my mouth was practically on the ground I was so shocked. I mean, what the hell??? My husband just kidnapped a bi-pedally challenged person and took off with him, full boar. They were weaving in and out of a million people, dogs, and ugly babies in strollers. And you should have seen Wheelchair Guy's expression. Pure terror. He had no idea what as going on. He was gripping the arms of his chair so hard...I don't think it ever even occurred to him to turn around and ID his chair-napper. I bet he had to change his pants after that one.

So The Boy runs him half a block, then just stops. He stealthily slips back into the crowd and makes his way towards me as I continue to watch Wheelchair guy, expecting him to fall out of his chair clutching his chest. But he's searching around, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. The Boy makes it back to me.

Me: "WTF WAS THAT???"

The Boy: "Haha. That's Ben. I work with him. He broke a bunch of bones in his leg and has to be in a wheelchair for a few months. I totally scared the crap out of him, huh? He has no idea still...look at him."

I did. And I looked at my husband too. In a whole new and terrifying light.